Respek Ma Craft Lyrics

Ayo, all you washed up has-beens

Thinkin' we ain't got the sauce? You must be dreamin'

From concrete jungles to digital dungeons, we run these streets

While y'all still strugglin' with weak bars, take a seat

Straight outta pissy stairwells to worldwide airwaves

Been grindin' since day one, now I'm causin' sound waves

Flows tighter than vacuum-sealed work, that's no debate

Soft MCs better clear the lane 'fore it's too late

Got that killer instinct, leave opps with no voice

More bars than county, and that's your only choice

You stuck in analog, I'm in some future shit

AI just a tool like that drum machine you hit

Streets' finest, my streak's longer than the ave

While you on repeat, I innovate, get paid

Respect my craft? Nah, you gon' fear these bars

'Cause every rhyme's a drive-by, leavin' mental scars

Oh, you gon' respek my craft (What?)

Even if you don't like how I craft (Uh-huh)

My bars hit harder than crack (Yeah)

Oh, you gon' respek my craft (Run it back!)

Y'all thought we was done? Nah, we just warmin' up

Old heads talkin' reckless, but your flow's corrupt

I'm sharper than box cutters, fluent in street grammar

While you stuck on that old shit like it's your last stammer

From project to penthouse, my stamp on every bar

You artificial intelligence, I'm the real deal, y'all

Pen game surgical, each line's a fatal incision

Your whole career on life support, pull the plug, that's my decision

They say we ain't authentic 'cause we use new tools?

Nah, we just adapt, evolve, while you playin' by old rules

From corner store cyphers to streaming domination

Street state of mind, but with global vaccination

Listen close, 'cause school's in session (Yeah)

Straight from the gutters, here's the lesson (Uh-huh)

You can hate on the new wave (What?)

But you can't stop the progression (Nah)

I spit that rat poison, have you foamin' at the mouth

Lyrics so toxic, feds tryna shut me down

You fake thugs better duck when I come around

'Cause my words are weapons, turn your block to a ghost town

From project living to penthouse views

Still keep it grimy, that's the only attitude

You stuck in the past like them bootleg CDs

While I'm crafting classics that'll outlast your whole legacy

Respek my craft? Nah, you better worship this shit

'Cause every bar's a testament to how I flipped the script

From AI prompts to platinum plaques on the wall

New king of these streets, and I'm standing ten feet tall

Yeah, to all them doubters and haters

We're the new wave, straight innovators

You can stay stuck in your outdated ways

But just know, at the end of the day

You gon' respek this craft

Whether you like it or not

We out here, we grindin'

And we ain't never gonna stop

Streets, stand up!